| How can a brother like Mix get played on?
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| Used to get my fade on, now I’m sprayin Raid on
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| Tryin to keep my game bug proof
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| Salt-N-Pepa said +Shoop+, now my girl done cut loose
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| One down, too many more to go
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| But when did my game slip, bro?
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| Cause I can’t stand when a man reads my game plan
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| Took my number, two girl, then ran
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| Uhhh, now she got a brother named Dexter
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| In a drop-top, rollin down Yesler
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| But I’m the biggest mack in this town
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| Lose one girl and muthafuckas wanna trip now
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| Feel me, cause I’m about to get real, see
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| Mad suckas wanna get 'em up wit me
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| Get back, cause I bought me a big gat
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| Now I got him on flat back
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| Back to the brother named Dexter
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| Feelin kinda proud I betcha, but I won’t let cha
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| Brag to the suckas in the hood though
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| When you’s a black man lookin like Fabio
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| So when my girl comes back
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| Tryin to get nasty n' make Dr. Richard get fat
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| Get me sprung, you wish you could
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| Now Mix gotta get wit Dexter’s goods
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| Don’t funk with my fonk
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| That’s a no-no, partner
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| Mmm-hm
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| Mista Dexter is kinda feelin like a hero
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| Watch Mix-a-Lot put him on zero
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| Hit the streets in my Benz
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| I’m lookin for Dexter’s girlfriend
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| If he got mine, I’m about to get his
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| Cause that’s the way it is in the mack biz
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| Dexter’s girl said she was his wife
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| So now I gotta hit him with the mack knife
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| So I pulled up (uhh!) tough, to get my mack on
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| Baby girl tryin to show a little backbone
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| But it’s all good when she’s seen
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| That white 500 sittin in the front
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| And get dressed, c’mon we gotta head west
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| You can tell Mix what you wanna do next
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| She said roll on down to the Edgewater Inn
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| Aw, Mix done done it again
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| A gut check, operatin on the suspect
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| The object to make a girl’s sex flex
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| Baby starts to squiggle n' squirm
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| And watch out baby, cause it’s my turn
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| Now I’m takin baby back home
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| The rendezvous is straight ON
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| Cause this is the game that I’m playin
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| Now Dexter’s bout to start sayin …
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| Don’t funk with my fonk
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| I done told ya, boy
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| Gotta watch it, Dexter!
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| Now I’m feelin like a champ, bumpin my amps
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| Rollin wit a pocket full o' green stamps
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| Picked up the cellular, callin my main thang
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| But the phone just rang
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| Uh oh! |
| Paranoia got me trippin
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| Am I slippin or is another brother spittin?
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| Backtrackin my game, I remember one loose end
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| Everybody’s seen my Benz
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| Damn, now I’m pullin on my goatee
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| Jealousy’ll make my enemies snitch, see
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| Too many mack rhymes, too many mack lines
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| Now it seems I’m about to get mine
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| Walk into the crib-ah
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| Check in like Virgil Tibbs-ah
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| Lookin up under the bed fah evidence of Dexter
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| Wonderin, wonderin if …
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| Don’t funk with my fonk
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| I done told ya, boy
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| It’s a step, partner
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| Now walk it on down |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sleepin' Wit My Fonk, artist - Sir Mix-A-Lot. Album song Chief Boot Knocka, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп